Golden Glade mustgrave

With deliberate slowness, a predator savoring the tension rather than rushing to break it. His nose brushed against the curve of her neck, the heat radiating from her spine intoxicating in the frigid air.

He breathed deeply, his voice low and firm, a single word falling from his lips. No.

The moment hung heavy, charged with unspoken promise, before he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his expression unreadable but for the faintest flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

You are to be earned. he said, his tone steady but weighted, each word delivered with intention.